Post by Renee Ampere on Aug 13, 2012 3:04:36 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERMANENT FILE[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 2px; border: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Renee Marie AmpereALIAS: Gym Lady; miss P.E; Stiletto (former) AGE: 29 GENDER: Female ETHNICITY/RACE: White CLASSIFICATION: Human SEXUALITY: Bi BIRTH PLACE: France OCCUPATION: P.E teacher HEIGHT: 6'0'' WEIGHT: 129 pounds FACE CLAIM: [b]Claymore[/b] | Irene | Renee Ampere PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]
[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]APPEARANCE [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Renee's a person who can be easily spotted within the crowd of people who look, well, normally. And not because of the clothes too. This woman is relatively tall, towering 6 feet allowing her to dwarf most other ladies and even some males. The next thing that would be noticeable is her pale skin, and hair of a matching color. It seems as though tan never touched it, ever, no matter how long Renee stays under scourging sun. Her hair's original color is black, though she dyes it silver for quite some time, to fit with the image she gives, and because of habit. The woman wears black clothes most of the time, black or dark green. While not skin-tight, the clothes are somewhat stretchy, allowing them to wrap around the curves and give an overall attractive look to her body, without being overly 'revealing', so to speak. Underneath the garments, however, there is a lean-built, but very strong carcass of muscles. And scars, big and small. There are many, but the most notorious one, like a rough swath, coming across her back. Last thing to mention about Renee is her eyes. Being of steel-grey color, they give an unkind look to her face whenever she stares at somebody, and even when she doesn't. And ... that's about it. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]ABOUT PAST EVENTS[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Renee Marie Ampere was born in one of the slummy quartals of Marseilles, France. Her mother and father were poor people, who had the misfortune of having little education, a lot of addictions and no permanent job. In fact, the woman would prefer to not talk about her family at all, feeling ashamed about them. Being a child in such conditions was, well... fairly hard. Renee was left to herself and spent most of her times on the streets, in the company of wretches like her. She learned quite a lot of things there - how to make a sad face when beggaring, in order to make an extra coin, how to throw a stone from one cup to another while spinning them without the other person noticing, how and when to hit faces with fists, and, most importantly, when to make a run for it. She earned a bit of money day by day, but that usually went for mom's medicine, or dad's drinks. Times were hard. Renee attended a public school, at some point of her life, too. But was a complete drop-out. She bullied other kids from wealthy families, she didn't study well, and preferred to hang around the school yard instead of sitting in class. She managed to finish her 9th grade only due to frightening some of the teachers to make her pass - and if some weren't very cooperative - she and her 'gang' knocked at the door and made their proposition more ... direct. The girl saw no point in working honestly for knowledge anyway. Around 16 years old, Renee got more and more immersed in shady activity of slums of Marseilles. She got involved in illegal fighting tournaments that were held underground, for rich people to waste money and bring a bit of excitement in their drab and boring lives. It was a risky choice, but ... she had to. Mom was getting more and more sick, and dad couldn't give a care in the world. Someone had to do something. And despite everything, Renee still loved her mom. For reasons known only to her. Despite being looked down on, being a woman, Renee had much success in those tournaments. She was a swift and nimble fighter, her strikes were strong and accurate, able to bring even the toughest opponent down. Her trainer used to be a spec op from an eastern country, and he told her everything about weakpoints in a human's body - knowledge Renee used with deadly efficiency, earning her a nickname 'Stiletto'. She began dying her hair around that time, in order to make herself look more like the weapon her alias represented. As she was getting more famous, more money she was earning, from successful fights. Of course, she lost some, but those she could recover from. Mom was feeling better, and even father, seeing her hard, if illegal, work, was beginning to try and letting go of his addictions. It brought happiness to Renee's heart, and a hope of having a normal family at least some day in her life. But this soft side was reserved only for her friends and family. On the ring she was a ruthless combatant, and often delivered blows that would put people out of commission ... for good. She fought for 10 years, and around 24, was thinking of dropping out of sport. Renee earned enough to start a new life, a peaceful one, away from these shady circles that she was forced to spend all of her youth in. All that she had to do is ... to perform a 'farewell fight' as it was called, against her final opponent. Eagerly, Renee accepted, but she knew not what she was getting herself into... Her opponent was a 'black horse', so to speak. Renee never heard of him before, and knew not what he was capable of. Naturally, she figured that this won't be a hard fight. That underestimation of opponent was ... a nearly-fatal mistake. Criminal circles don't like when people decide to 'get out of the game'. And they made sure Renee would regret her decision to quit on them, and stop making them money. The opponent she faced was not only a skilled figther, but also possessed a mutation. Superior strength, speed, reflexes. Add incredible amounts of training to that, and you will get a perfect 'career ender'. Renee found out all of this from her trainer, in hospital. The fight turned out to be a complete disaster. She was defeated, and as a finishing blow, the opponent jumped from the ropes, straight unto her back, crippling her spinal cords right in the middle. To ensure 'Stiletto' would live the rest of her life as a handicap. Coach knew, but ... was too afraid to warn his pupil about this. But luckily for Renee, it wasn't the end. Her earnings were still with her. And money was power enough in this world to save her. She went to USA, and undergone an expensive, and very difficult and dangerous operation, having metal rods planted in her spinal cords. For two years, she barely walked, and had to stay in the hospital for recovery. Doctors' words were promising - they noticed that she was recovering from the grievous injury much quicker than any of them expected. And during her stay, Renee had plenty of time ... to think. Returning to Marseilles turned out to be an impossible option. Soon after the operation, she received a letter from one of her friends back then - her mom had a heart attack when finding out what happened to her daughter, and died before the ambulance could arrive. Father couldn't live this down, and started drinking again, soon finding his own end in a bottle of bad alcohol. Life was striking blows at Renee. Age 24, she found out that she had ... almost nothing. No family, no home to return to, no education, and most of her money was spent on treatments. The only thing she had was her strong body and combat expertise. But those were crippled too - despite the healing process going smoothly, she was warned that she won't survive something like this again. Meaning a possible career in USA underground tournaments was impossible. Not that she wanted to do that again... During her stay in hospital, she began to ... study. Yes, the thing she loathed most during her childhood, was now something necessary for her to fit into the society. For two years she studied extramural, and, after leaving the hospital - full time, within university walls. She was older than most other students, and did not socialize much. Studies were hard for her, considering everything that didn't have to do with practice. Having been trained by a personal coach for 8 years made Renee somewhat of an expert in everything considering actually doing stuff, but the letters and words were her weakpoint. She had to catch up for her slacking in school. Age 28, she graduated from the university, wishing to become a coach, or a P.E teacher, or something like that. For a year, she had to 'practice' in one of schools of New York, and during that year was noted for her rather ruthless ways of training, harsh attitude, intolerance to slackers, and weaklings, and ... not surprisingly, results. She would've stayed in that school afterwards, but a different contract was offered to her. A contract that paid twice as much. A contract that brought her to the mutant school. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]Inventory [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Nothing unusual, just mundane items she might need at the moment. 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